"Hey..." A weak voice found Erin, who stopped running and turned back to find a Jedi limping along. Thank the force, she wasn't alone anymore. Unfortunately, before Erin could help her fellow Jedi, a squad of clones arrived with [I]impeccable[/I] timing. They opened fire, and though the Dathomirian females' defence deflected the majority of the laser bolts, she was shot in the leg and taken to the floor. It looked like it was her last stand...

"I gotcha!" Erin raised her voice, lightsabers igniting as she positioned herself in front of her only ally to deflect the incoming fire with her twin blades. Reflecting the shots back towards the clones one-at-a-time, the squad eventually fell to the precise redirections of their own blasters. After Erin was sure they were down, and that no dreaded Vornskr would come charging down the corridor towards them, the two blue beams retreated back into their hilts. The young Padawan attached the lightsabers to her belt and kneeled in front of the Dathomirian girl. She looked pretty composed to say she'd just rushed into the line of fire.

Flashing a brief smile at her, Erin offered her comrade an arm, "That was a lucky save... If you were headed in the same direction I was, it can't be much further. How's your leg?"

Of course, Erin didn't realise that Kolinn was really wavering in the 'not passing out' deal. Even if she did fall unconscious, Erin wouldn't hesitate to carry the wounded Jedi.